I’ve been felling drained an awful lot these days…I have bursts of energy, where I can get things done around the house, deal with my own emotions, and catch up on the things that need catching up on. Even now, I have another post in my drafts on our day without screen media (TV and Internet), and to my surprise it’s turning out to be quite emotionally charged. I gave up on getting that one out tonight because I just don’t have the energy for it right now.
I think, like most people in my neck of the woods, I’m finding this winter particularly long and hard. Where we usually have Chinooks that blow warm air in to melt even the most generous snow coverings throughout the coldest months, this winter they just have not been blowing as strong or as regularly as they usually do. March is not looking much better so far.
We’re all longing for spring, and it shows on the faces of everyone I meet. It may just be that I’m projecting my own feelings onto others, but I’m finding that for everyone around me, even conversation seems to take more energy than we all have right now.
I’m sure everyone says this…but right now, I am clinging to Psalm 42, whose refrain is thus:
I suppose we’re all in an appropriately contemplative mood for Lent, at least. (Can you believe it’s already Ash Wednesday this week?) Lord, I am so ready for the renewal that comes as we come through Lent and Easter rings out its salvation call. On that note, I’m hoping we can make it out to our college town and our dear little church for at least one of the Lenten services. I particularly want to be there, because to me that little town has always been a “Thin Place.”
In Celtic tradition, Thin Places are locations where mortals can feel more closely the immortal world. (Here I must mention the conversation I had with one of my sisters-in-law, where we sat out on our roof soaking up sunshine and feelings of blessedness as she introduced me to the concept of Thin Places.) While there probably isn’t much in Biblical Theology that one could point to as evidence of such places, to me it makes sense that we would at least feel that way about certain places. So whether it is a purely psychological phenomenon caused by my own memories and associations or whether it is something more, I feel closer to God in “our” little town. Whenever I am visiting there, especially when I can visit our church, I feel renewed.
In any case, though I gaze through mental exhaustion and a spiritual fog, I feel there are good days coming, days of renewal and hope. So, I’ll raise my little glass of wine to brighter days ahead.
For I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.